World-saving Plan: The Only Savior

Chapter 1821 - 77: Blue White Clothes’ Gift (Part 2)

Indeed, as I just mentioned, the Lan Family owes the other party a favor, so it’s quite normal for them to have certain expectations now. After all, they belong to the Holy Angel Clan, whose way of thinking might differ greatly from the Spiritual Wisdom Clan, so it’s possible for them to wear these expectations on their faces.

Thinking of this, he simply took out a few items from the Storage Space within his attire, intending to repay the favor on the spot.

Unlike others who were apprehensive and feared getting entangled with the Holy Angel Clan, Blue White Clothes wasn’t afraid at all that his act of gifting treasures would anger that presence.

In reality, as a figure sealed in slumber for ten thousand years at an Ancestor level, Blue White Clothes was utterly unaware that the Holy Angel Clan had already been annihilated by the Demon Lord.

In his active days, although the Holy Angel Clan would often engage in battles with the Demon Clan, they were no more than a small fringe race, and hardly anyone in the entire world had even heard of their name.

Unaware of such circumstances, Blue White Clothes gifted a present to Yeluo, effectively positioning himself in direct opposition to the Demon Lord.

Afterwards, when he heard about everything from his clan members, he wasn’t angered; after all, the events had already transpired, and with his disposition, he wouldn’t bother regretting anything, since regretting would be of no use.

As for Zi Kuang, compared to his daughter, this old man’s personality was even more firm; if Ziwei was not afraid, he certainly wouldn’t be either.

Thus, Zhang Xiaoman, Zi Kuang, and Yeluo each received a gift from Blue White Clothes, and all were very delighted.

As a Peak Lower God, and given that the recipients were three Divines and a Demigod, the items Blue White Clothes gave naturally couldn’t be too shabby.

Zhang Xiaoman received a Spiritual Medicine called the "Spiritual Wisdom Nine Extreme Flower."

This is a Treasure-level Spiritual Medicine effective only when consumed by the Spiritual Wisdom Clan, and it can only be taken once in a lifetime. Moreover, the consumer’s power must have reached the Extraordinary Level or Fake Transcendent Level and above.

The function of the Spiritual Wisdom Nine Extreme Flower is exceptionally straightforward and bold: it directly and significantly enhances the spiritual power limit of the consumer without any side effects, making it the most coveted treasure for anyone at the threshold of entering the Extraordinary Level.

Once consumed, the explosive increase in spiritual power limit can stabilize the user’s realm at the fastest speed, allowing someone who has just entered the Extraordinary Level to immediately exert corresponding power.

What’s more, the Spiritual Wisdom Nine Extreme Flower has a ridiculously unique attribute: the enhancement of spiritual power limit can adjust based on the user’s current total spiritual power.

In other words, the more spiritual power one has when taking this medicine, the greater the increase in spiritual power limit after consumption.

Upon learning this news, Zhang Xiaoman’s eyes immediately brightened, and he thought of a great method that could greatly enhance the efficacy of the Spiritual Wisdom Nine Extreme Flower.

"This item had been stored for too long, and I had used special methods in my Storage Space to preserve its potency, barely keeping its medicinal power intact. But now that it’s taken out, it can no longer be preserved, and you must consume it within two years to prevent its efficacy from dissipating."

Blue White Clothes’ reminder came over, slightly calming the previously heated heart of Zhang Xiaoman.

"Luckily, there are still two years. Making good use of this period should be enough..."

After calculating in his heart, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In any case, this gain was enough to satisfy him, even greatly exceeding his expectations. With the help of the Spiritual Wisdom Nine Extreme Flower, Zhang Xiaoman was confident about pursuing a higher realm.

Yeluo and Zi Kuang also each received a gift, both showing great happiness.

Yeluo received a small black pearl. Due to her being from the Holy Angel Clan, she was unable to use many of the Spiritual Wisdom Clan’s equipment, so this time Blue White Clothes gave her a weapon capable of channeling Holy Attribute power.

"This is Demon Sword Sobolos... no, to be precise, it should be called the Holy Sword Sobolos, which I obtained from an ancient Holy Light Relics. However, it was already tainted with intense demonic energy when I got it, and I couldn’t expel it with my power, so I had to keep it sealed within a Storage Space."

"You are from the Holy Angel Clan. In this world, probably no one else can wield stronger Holy Attribute power than you. If it is you, you should be able to dispel the demonic energy surrounding it and restore its power."

Blue White Clothes explained the origin of the sword to Yeluo, who, upon listening, carefully examined the sword sealed within the black orb, confirming that the demonic energy indeed contained powerful Holy Attribute power, she couldn’t help but reveal a joyful expression.

"It is indeed it, the Holy Grace Sword Sobolos! It was a treasure of the ancient ’Holy Clan.’ My Father God showed me its image, and it was a pair with my Philix, but we had never found its whereabouts."

Yeluo seemed very excited; she seemed to recognize this weapon and even spoke its title—the Holy Grace Sword.

Immediately, golden light gathered in Yeluo’s hand, and a pure white Divine Sword appeared in her hand out of thin air. Zhang Xiaoman recognized it at first sight; it was her Sword, the Holy Judgment Sword Philix, the one that called to him during the Plague Relics.

As for Yeluo’s mention of the "Holy Clan," Zhang Xiaoman had heard of it too, but it was just a name.

This was a very ancient race that had already been annihilated in the river of time, with even the ancient documents offering no records of them.

It was only known that they, like the Holy Angel Clan, also mastered mighty Holy Attribute power.

As for other information, it remained unknown, and even the Holy Angel Clan, a race with the same origin of power, wasn’t aware of the tales of the past.

At this moment, as soon as the Holy Judgment Sword Philix appeared, it reacted to Sobolos. It emitted a series of hums, as if cheering for a companion’s appearance, yet also mourning its tragic fate of being tainted by demonic energy.

"Oh? Is it of the same Level as this sword? This sword seems remarkable, it’s even a growth-type equipment. I can sense the powerful strength it holds; if it could be unleashed, it would be highly formidable!"

Zi Kuang also spoke up, referring to Yeluo’s Philix. For someone of his strength to say such words, it was evident how precious this weapon was.

What Zi Kuang received from Blue White Clothes was a small pill. Zhang Xiaoman didn’t ask about its specific effects; after all, Zi Kuang swallowed it down in one go and remained energetic ever since, with the injuries he sustained in the previous battles seemingly recovering as well.

Zhang Xiaoman didn’t think this small pill was merely for healing purposes; it must have other miraculous effects.

While the few of them conversed, they laid down an Array to block external probing. Now that everything that needed to be discussed was already covered, the Array naturally dissipated; it was time to leave this place.

Upon seeing this, the two warring factions outside finally breathed a sigh of relief. These few formidable figures were finally departing, especially Blue White Clothes, whose strength was absolutely terrifying. Even though both families had their Ancestors anchoring them, they dared not act recklessly.

"Hmm... the gains this time aren’t bad. Plus, with what I obtained earlier in the Plague Temple, I’ll need some time to digest everything after going back. If luck is on my side, my power should formally enter the Extraordinary Level..."

Zhang Xiaoman pondered the next plan, only to suddenly feel a strong sense of foreboding, a great pressure engulfing him, as though he had fallen into a quagmire, even slowing the circulation of spiritual power within his body.